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Betty's Revenge Ch. 01

By: BobDogwood



Chapter One

A week had passed since Renée’s revenge had been wreaked on Betty. At first everyone had waited with bated breath to see what Betty would come up with for get-back. Of course by the same token no one knew what Renée held over Betty’s head in the first place to get her revenge so completely, but they rightly assumed it must have been something massive.

In his office, President Cramer would just sit for long periods of time with his head buried in his hands, excessively sweating at just the mere thought that those pictures of he and Betty having sex together had fallen into Renée’s hands. He had been too frightened to ask Betty, he didn’t want to know for sure.

Sid had taken the same tack. When he had gotten back from home after finally locating his grandfather lost in his own neighborhood, he had heard indirectly of the trouble between Renée and Betty. He had wisely decided to steer a wide berth of the whole thing. He had not spoken of it with either of the principals and they in turn had not made any overtures in his direction.

Shana and Andrea had returned from the emergency mental health facility four days earlier, but so far were mere shadows of their former selves. Neither one seldom left the safety of their room. When they did venture forth from their room, neither Shana or Andrea were able to look anyone in the eyes or answer any questions put to them.

If they were unfortunate enough to run across Renée in their campus travels, they would rip off all their clothing and grovel at her feet. Naturally Renée, plus most other people at the university, found this to be inconvenient and also tacky except for the male students, who would follow them around hoping that Andrea and Shana and Renée would meet somewhere. 

In fact, a few of the male students kept attempting to set up ‘chance’ meetings between Renée and Andrea and Shana by the use of their cell phones in keeping track of where the three young women were at on the campus at any given time.

And whenever the two young women heard the name of Renée spoken they would scream incoherently until someone could administer a sedative. Of course none of this was helped by Samuel constantly sneaking into their room when they were out and placing a picture of them naked on their computer as a screensaver. 

Andrea and Shane were still discovering pictures of themselves on all the bulletin boards in the university. In the pictures they were surrounded by young men and standing totally nude with bemused expressions on their faces as though they had been obscene party hostesses at some gala event.

That doesn’t begin to touch the growth of the Andrea – Shana phenomena on the internet. They were beginning to be well known all over the world; it first started from Samuel sending the pictures to some of his friends that attended other colleges and then it just mushroomed incredibly from there. In fact a day didn’t go by that the two young women didn’t receive in their emails a half dozen overtures for them for be actresses in soft porn ‘schoolgirl’ films.

Betty, on the other hand, was being plagued by emails from middle aged men who saw her nude pictures on the Viagra Network. Of course, Samuel was behind that too; although Betty was grateful to Samuel for one thing. When he arrived unexpectedly in her office that day with his camera, he initially booted out all the students. Then he convinced her to let him take a few shots because he would then be willing to loan her his long coat.

Soon Samuel was acting so gallant and suave he had Betty posing as though she were a model in a fashion shoot. She became completely swept up in his line of snappy photographer patter and willingly posed in any position he asked for. And he did keep his word and lent her his coat allowing Betty to return to her apartment. That night as she was falling asleep, Betty decided she might have misjudged Samuel all this time.

The next day though was another story. Samuel had plastered Betty’s pictures everywhere he could find a blank space and she was viewed in every obscene position known to womankind. Betty vowed to kill him on sight, therefore no one had seen Samuel for days. He always did know when discretion was the better form of valor.

In the evening of the eighth day following the naked Rinoa university marathon, Betty and Kristen, the instructor, sat quietly talking in Betty’s bedroom. Kristen was quite upset that pictures of Betty naked kept resurfacing around the university and blamed Renée for it.

“It really was Renée’s fault all the way, Krissy,” Betty declared. “As soon as I saw her that morning I just knew we were going to have trouble. She was snapping gum and standing in front of my desk with her hand resting on her cocked right hip.”

“Tsk, tsk,” her good friend lamented.

Betty continued, “I just wanted to say couple of things to help her in the future to make appropriate decisions but I never got the chance.”

“What happened?” Kristen wanted to know.

“Well, I just said one thing about her needing a take a good look as to alternatives when first entering a new situation and she began screaming at me that if that’s the way it is around here, she didn’t want to be a nurse anymore. And she pulled her uniform off right then and threw it at me. I thought maybe she was experiencing emotional problems or had been drinking already in the morning.”

“That’s terrible,” Kristen commiserated. “What did you do? Personally, I would have been tempted to smack the crap out of her.”

“Haha! No, I couldn’t do that. I remained very calm and centered and I suggested she put her uniform back on because she might get in serious trouble going out on the campus in just her bra and panties. So she tore those off too and threw them in my face and then she stormed out of my office.”

“That’s simply inexcusable,” Kristen retorted. “But then what was that announcement you made about it all being a psychological test? It wasn’t, was it? It was simply Renée running willfully through the building naked, wasn’t it?”

Betty grinned ruefully at her close friend. “I’m afraid so.”

“You’re so good, Betty, to attempt to cover for her,” Kristen replied reaching forward and briefly touching Betty on her arm. “So then how did you come to lose your clothes?”

“Actually I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” Kristen echoed with surprise in her voice.

“No, after Renée had run around the nursing building naked she returned to my office. I suspect to reclaim her uniform, but I had already sent it to her room via a messenger. I didn’t want a repeat performance from her so I insisted she wear my clothes and then go down to her room and obtain her uniform and then bring mine back. But she never returned and left me stranded in my office.”

“Betty, why didn’t you just loan her your uniform and not your undies too?”

“Kristen! I’m surprised at you,” Xu exclaimed sounding mildly outraged. “A lady always wears underwear.”

“Hmm, I think I’m just gonna have a talk with Ms. Renée,” Kristen promised.

Betty grinned slyly in return.

______

It wasn’t until after lunch on the following day that Kristen was able to track Renée down. She was sunning herself on a bench in the courtyard area and reading The Story of O. The courtyard was quite crowded as it was on every day that boasted good weather. In the early afternoon following lunch, a lot of students always headed to the comfort of that particular area.

Kristen had already been greatly irritated with the young woman since speaking with Betty. Then when it took her so long to run her down, she grew even more ill tempered. And now the kicker to her anger was seeing Renée so comfortable just sitting in the warm sun and reading a book when pictures of Betty naked kept popping up all around the university and the internet and it was Renée’s fault!

Kristen strode over to where her former student was sitting and stood silently over her the way a large dog will establish dominance over a small one. Renée finally glanced up for a second and said, “Hi Kristen, would you mind moving, you’re in my light.” She returned to reading her book.

Kristen continued to stand right there not saying a word. Again Renée spoke, although this time she didn’t even look up. “Kristen, could you move? You’re in my light.”

“Oh?” Kristen replied sardonically.

“No,” Renée said, holding the book up so Kristen could read the title. “It’s ‘The Story of O,’ not just oh.”

When Kristen did not move, Renée emitted a sigh and closed her book. She assumed that at some point Betty’s best friend, Kristen, would come to talk to her in Betty’s best interest. Renée had already decided she would act as if she had forgiven Betty, but in point of fact she would never really forgive her. Renée did realize that sometimes it is better in the long run if she practiced the art of politesse.

Renée glanced up at Kristen who had continued to loom over her. “Did you want to talk?”

“No, I think the time for talk is past,” Kristen answered angrily.

Renée flushed and set her book on the bench and stood up. “What’s the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with ‘me’?”

“No Kristen,” Renée replied snidely. “I ask a question and then you answer it, now the word what doesn’t usually start an answer.”

A few people close by who were intently listening giggled. That was too much for Kristen to bear; to have people think she had been bested by this slut that liked to roam the halls of the nursing building naked and who was responsible for trashing the reputation of her best friend.

“That’s it, Renée!” Kristen cried out. “Come and take the punishment you so richly deserve.

Before Renée could react in any way, Kristen clutched Renée by her right wrist and began to pull her along. Renée protested, “Let go, you bitch!”

That caught the blonde woman’s attention. There was little that Kristen hated more than being cursed at. “Bitch?!” she exploded.

Kristen dropped Renée’s wrist and struck her across the mouth with a tremendous backhand shot knocking Renée halfway across the courtyard. Renée fell like a heavy rock and sat there dazed for a few seconds. The two women suddenly had the attention of everybody in the area. The noise emanating from those present began to resemble the din of a heavyweight fight crowd just before the bell rang to begin the first round.

Kristen strode over to the fallen woman and yanked her up on her feet so hard that it looked as though it could have pulled her arm from the socket. She then proceeded to drag Renée with her again. The dark-haired woman gained enough wherewithal to struggle by pulling in the opposite direction, but in fact all she resembled was a small terrier fighting the leash of a big owner.

Renée screamed, “Stop it, Kristen! What are you crazy?!” Renée’s lip was bleeding at the spot where the blonde woman’s backhand had driven the lip into a tooth.

Kristen continued to pull Renée along with the greatest of ease. She glanced back and repeated, “Crazy? I’ll show you Kraaazy! Mwahaha!”

Up until this point Renée had been convinced that she could talk to Kristen and calm her down. Now she grew extremely frightened. It looked as if as Kristen had slipped the rails somewhere along the way. Her eyes were sharply protruding from her face, her nostrils were flared and her breathing was extremely rapid. Renée even began to wonder if Kristen knew where she was and who she was fighting.

But Kristen knew alright. She figured it was time that someone took this woman, this ‘princess,’ this queen of the nursing students down several pegs and Kristen decided it might as well be her. 

Truth be told, there were plenty of Renée supporters in the courtyard that day although not one of them felt as though they wanted to mess with Kristen. She appeared that ferocious. And to be fair, no one had an inkling of what was to come.

Kristen dragged the struggling Renée over to the fifty foot flagpole that stood in the center of the courtyard.

“Enough is enough, Kristen, let go,” Renée whined.

“:Haha! Enough! We haven’t even started yet,” Kristen shouted.

These words struck further terror into Renée and she wondered why no one had stopped this by now. Was she this unpopular? Kristen grabbed the flagpole rope, untied it and lowered the flag itself about five and a half feet. This was the approximate height of Renée. Kristen then looped the rope tightly around Renée’s arms at the wrists four or five times and then tied it off with both hands as tight as she could.

“Ow! You’re cutting off my circulation,” Renée complained. “Take me down before you get in trouble.”

“Trouble, you little bitch?” the blonde woman hissed. “I’ll show you trouble.” 

Renée thought Kristen’s good looks were so distorted at the moment that she resembled a very deadly snake.

Renée pulled and tugged at the flagpole ropes futilely. Several male students took this opportunity to dash up on the stage and attempt to free Renée. Kristen realized this immediately and she brought out her steel iaito sword which she had sheathed at her side the entire time. The blonde haired beauty was a Kendo expert and usually fought with the traditional wooden sword, but today for Renée she made an exception. Kristen struck it at their feet.

The crowd laughed uneasily as the sword didn’t hit any of them, but the young men fell all over attempting to avoid it. Everyone knew that Kristen was damn good with her sword play. 

Someone with a bent sense of humor ran to the CD’s at the portable boom box and changed the CD. ‘Whip it’ by Devo began to blare out of the speakers. ‘Snap that whip! Whip it! Whip it good!’

Renée finally figured out what was coming and began to scream at the top of her lungs in terror and fright. Kristen yanked down hard on the end of the flagpole ropes and then tired them off causing Renée to have to stand at the very top of her tiptoes uncomfortably. The young men in the crowd noticed that it did help highlight her beautiful legs.

Renée had no nursing duties on that day so she was not attired in her uniform. Renée had chosen to wear a white mid-riff blouse, a very pretty short blue flare skirt and flats. Kristen began snapping her sword quickly biting out little chunks of skin from Rinoa’s long legs.

Renée was screaming, the CD was blasting out Whip it Good! and Kristen was lightly dancing around the black-haired young woman waving her sword in and out. The whole scene had taken on a surrealistic quality.

Kristen was just deciding that she had dished out enough punishment when she heard Renée cry out, “Stop it, you fascist cunt bitch!” 

Kristen literally saw a wall of red following that most inopportune remark. She entered into a zone of hate and became one with her weapon. She was no longer in touch with anything but striking Renée.

She changed her targets and no longer hit the beautiful young woman in her legs, but with each slash she very skillfully cut out a ribbon of Renée’s clothing. Slash! Slash! Slash! Soon Renée’s short skirt was in tatters and her orange thong was clearly visible. 

CRACK! And the orange thong was a thing of the past leaving Renée’s shaven pussy lips visually accessible through the tatters of her short skirt to everyone present. Sword aficionados cheered lustily at Kristen’s virtuoso performance and also at the sudden sight of Renée’s most private sexual organs. 

Kristen’s next slice cut through the waistband of Renée’s skirt causing the material to float to the ground. Renée stood wearing nothing below the waist but her flats. Renée writhed in total and abject embarrassment when she felt the cool air on her labia and realized what had happened and that she was now standing in public naked from the waist down.

If Kristen was in a fight zone, Renée now knew nothing but shame and embarrassment. The noise of the crowd and the crowd had faded from her consciousness and she could only see herself and Kristen and realized the blonde woman wouldn’t be happy until Renée had been completely humiliated by being strip naked in public and then beaten.

‘How can this be happening? It’s the university in the middle of the day. Why doesn’t someone stop her? Where is Sid?’ she bewailed.

Renée had forgotten Sid had a meeting with his advisor. Kristen continued to parry the dark-haired woman with her sharp weapon bringing her back from her thoughts when she realized her blouse was now in ribbons too. SLASH! And then her blouse was gone also.

Renée was now left wearing only an orange bra as she had inadvertently kicked off her shoes. The crowd grew increasingly wild and was screaming encouragement to Kristen and obscene remarks to Renée as almost all of Renée’s naked body could be seen, although there were now more supporters of Renée than ever, who were discussing just exactly how they could rush Kristen and not have to feel the bite of her sword.

Renée was screaming again but it was more in embarrassment at the moment, as the tiny cuts on her legs had already scabbed and Kristen had been concentrating on cutting her clothing away. Kristen danced closer moving in for the kill.

The last of Renée’s clothing flew away leaving her stark naked in the courtyard in front of over two hundred students and teaching staff members. She currently had no secrets unrevealed as her naked breasts were heaving and there was absolutely no way she could hide her shaven vagina.

Even worse, flashbulbs from cameras were going off. Kristen, now seeing the naked truth of the woman who she believed was her best friend’s mortal enemy, then stepped up close and personal. She had been using a long distance fight style. Kristen now switched to a more sidestep style.

Renée heard with pure horror Kristen shout out, “One hundred slashes, you wanton lying slut! One!”

The sword caught Renée right across her back. When it left, there was a long gash, painful but not life threatening. Renée kept screaming but she was growing weak and beginning to fade in and out of consciousness as the blonde woman continued to lash her all across her back and then lower. 

Kristen almost lovingly applied the weapon as it almost appeared to sensually wrap itself around Renée’s rear and then flick up at her vaginal area in front. In fact it was right here when Renée crossed the line from pain to pleasure. 

When she heard Kristen shout “Six!” Renée attempted to whirl away only to catch the next slash straight across her breasts.

“Oh!” she moaned as it seemed to her that the sharp Iaito caressed her erected nipples. Renée quit moving and instead moved her legs open as much as she could while standing on her tiptoes and invited Kristen to slash her labia by thrusting it up at her as much as possible in imitation of the sexual act. 

Kristen, not realizing Renée was now deriving pleasure from her punishment, was so angered by the naked young woman wantonly waving her sexual organs in her face, snapped her weapon back by her ear and then straight down on Renée’s completely distended labia.

“Oh God!” Renée shouted as two hundred fascinated people watched as cum cascaded from Renée’s vagina. Kristen stood completely aghast to observe Renée climaxing in public and what made it worse – it was from her sword. She realized that this, in effect, made her Renée’s lover. 

‘She really is a slut,’ the blonde woman thought. Kristen paused just enough that twenty students fell on her and wrested her weapon away.

Kind hands untied Renée and she fell to the floor, fainted dead away.

______

Renée regained consciousness in the university hospital while lying on a bed. A doctor was standing on one side currently monitoring her patient’s pulse and Sophie stood worriedly on the other, wringing her hands.

Renée sat up, the sheet that she was lightly covered with fell away revealing that Dr. Kadow, one of the staff doctors, had treated the long slash wound that Kristen had left across Renée’s breasts. Luckily it was not deep, had not harmed her nipples in any way, and was already healing just by being in the air. The doctor had applied a local pain killer to the area and antibiotic.


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“Oh God,” Renée exclaimed. “That was so great!”

“What was great, Renée?” Sophie asked completely puzzled. “You were just thoroughly humiliated by Kristen who tore your clothing off in public leaving you totally nude. What was so great about that and please cover yourself, will you?”

Sophie was referring to the fact that Renée was not wearing a hospital gown thereby leaving her breasts open to public display. The doctor felt as though her patient wouldn’t need one while in bed and she didn’t want the wounds that she was attempting to leave open to be negatively affected with anything heavy laying against them.

“My orgasm! My first public orgasm from being beaten, it was so great!” Renée cried out.

The doctor looked on with her curiosity quite piqued by what Renée was saying. Sophie, on the other hand, was actually quite scandalized and now even more confused.

“Renée! Have you been having a wet dream? You’re in the hospital because Kristen slashed and cut you badly. There has been no orgasms.”

Doctor Kadow realized that wasn’t actually accurate. She had to insert one tiny piece of stitching to stem the flow of blood from Renée’s torn labia and when she cleaned the area first thoroughly she discovered she was wiping away the aftermath of an orgasm. She found herself wondering what exactly had gone on out there.

Renée pulled the sheet down from her waist and then flipped it off the bed onto the floor. Sophie cringed from her good friend so carelessly offering to her and the doctor and anybody else who might happen by the sight of her completely nude body.

“Renée!” she squealed. “Show some modesty, please.”

Sophie leaned down to pick up the sheet. It was then that Renée lowered her right hand to her wounded labia and quickly tore asunder the stitching causing blood once again to flow from the hurt.

“Ow!” Renée cried out in pain quickly drawing Sophie’s attention as she stood up with the sheet. Renée jammed two fingers into herself and began working them in and out until they were coated with her blood.

“Oh, that hurts!” the raven-haired woman complained. “Oh, God! That feels so good!” Renée screamed.

Sophie looked on totally aghast on a number of levels, but most immediate was her distaste on witnessing Renée masturbate in public. She had never heard Renée mention masturbation even when the other young women she knew spoke of it.

Sophie finally had to look away because she could no longer stand to watch as Renée worked her bloody fingers in and out quicker and quicker while complaining of the pain and then screaming in ecstasy. 

She wondered if the terrible events of the last week culminating in the public stripping and beating by Kristen had caused her friend’s mind to snap when suddenly Sophie heard Renée call out. “Oh God! Oh yes! Yes, that’s it!”

Sophie couldn’t help herself but had to turn her head back and was just in time to observe Renée’s orgasm as it flowed from her. She looked on hideously fascinated at something she had never even considered witnessing.

Renée’s sexual climax ceased and she looked up into the doctor’s incredulous and bewildered expression and demanded, “Open my wounds! Open all my wounds!”

Dr. Kadowaki shouted for her nurse, stat, to come hold Renée down while she administered a sedative…which she did three minutes later. Sophie had tears falling freely down her face as she sobbed, “Renée, what have they done to you?”

______

Betty sat at her desk in the late afternoon grimly satisfied. She had just heard about Renée and Kristen in the courtyard; in fact, she had just assisted Kristen to take some time off for a few days. Betty felt vindicated for what she had suffered at the hands of that little bitch Renée; now she had to formulate a strategy to force the raven-haired young woman to return the pictures.

If it had been most people who held the incriminating evidence of her and President Cramer having sex, Betty would have the overwhelming need to move quickly for fear duplicates of the photographs would have been made. She realized that something clever as that would never occur to Renée. She just wasn’t devious enough.

As proof of that belief, Betty realized that not one time had Renée wondered how those came to be taken. She knew this for a fact, because if the young woman had tumbled to it Betty realized Renée would been demanding the tape that now probably existed of her stripping in Betty’s office.

Betty had taken a video tape from a camera hidden in her office of the aforementioned loving making of her and President Cramer. Then Betty had the incriminating photos made from separate frames of the tape. The same camera had been running the entire time the incident with Renée had occurred.

If fact, the camera had started out as a security camera because Betty was very paranoid about unauthorized people being in her office, therefore it usually ran twenty-fours a day. Using eight hour tapes, it wasn’t much of a bother to the woman.

What was plaguing Betty was how exactly she could use these tapes of Renée’s nudity to pry those pictures from her grasp. Betty put on her Machiavellian thinking cap and began to plot.

Later Betty stood beside the hospital bed of the sedated Renée. In her hand she was holding a beautifully wrapped gift with a label attached. She set it quietly on Renée’s bedside table and turned and disappeared from the clinic like a ghost in the night.


‘There you go, Renée,’ Betty thought gloatingly. ‘See how you like that.’

______

Late in the afternoon of the next day, Sophie entered Renée’s clinic room. She was more than relieved when she observed that Renée was appareled in a hospital gown. The brown-haired young woman was carrying an outfit on two metal hangers for Renée to wear from the hospital.

“Hi Renée!” Sophie greeted. “Are you feeling any better?” No matter what had happened, the young woman always appeared upbeat and happy.

“Yeah, a little, I guess, although I’m still pretty sore in different places.” Renée stood up from the bed and groaned as she did. 

Sophie’s sympathy went out to her friend. “Like where, for instance?” she asked.

Renée sharply glared at her friend. “That’s a little too personal, okay?` she answered brusquely.

“Oh, sorry,” Sophie murmured. ‘Too personal? After yesterday what could be too personal for you to share?’

“Come to take my favorite patient home?” Dr. Kadow asked entering the room.

“Yep, sure am! Hey, what’s this, Renée?” Sophie asked picking up the wrapped package left by Betty.

“It’s a gift from Betty. She must have left it when I was sleeping yesterday,” Renée explained.

Sophie read from the label, ‘To Renée, Sorry about our difficulties during the past week. Let’s just let bygones be bygones. I thought you and your friends would enjoy this movie. Cordially yours, Betty.’ 

“Oh, wasn’t that sweet of her? Let’s open it and find out which movie is it.” Sophie began to peel back the wrapping paper at one corner.

“Sophie!” Renée protested sharply. “Please leave it wrapped until tonight. I thought maybe all of us could get together this evening and watch it. You know, everybody bring a friend or two also and Kell can make some popcorn. We could all have a little party after lights out in one of the TV rooms.”

“That’s a great idea! I’m glad to see you’re doing so much better than the way you were acting yesterday,” Sophie gushed.

“Yesterday?” Renée echoed puzzled. “How was I acting yesterday? I mean, how would you act if you had all your clothes ripped off in public and was beaten with a sword by Kristen? Speaking of which, where is Kristen?” Renée asked harshly.

“Nobody knows where she is,” Sophie answered in a small voice.

“Well, I want her found and I want her brought up charges of assault and battery with intent to commit murder.”

“Well, that might not be the best idea, Renée,” Sophie said feeling on firmer ground, “although we can talk about this later. I was speaking about how weird you were acting yesterday here in the clinic.”

“Weird? How?” asked the dark-haired young woman appearing completely puzzled. “I don’t even remember seeing you yesterday.”

Sophie glanced at the doctor for assistance and she merely offered her a quick shake of her head. “Well, that’s okay,” Sophie spoke. “We can talk about that later as well when we talk about Kristen.”

“Kristen? What about Kristen?” Renée responded in an almost dreamy voice. “You know I love Kristen.”

Sophie had no idea how to respond to such a contradictory statement from the one made by Renée just a moment before, so she suggested, while holding the outfit out to her friend, “Well, why don’t you get dressed so we can get out of here?”

Renée replied, shocked at such a suggestion, “Why don’t you get out of here, so I can get dressed. Sophie, you know I never change my clothes in front of other people.”

“Uh, right, sure, Renée,” Sophie muttered. “Ok, I’ll be right out here if you need me for anything.” Leaving the room, the brown-haired young woman caught the doctor’s attention and rolled her eyes at her.

Doctor Kadow stood there solidly waiting to see how Renée would react.

“No offense, doctor because I know you’ve seen many times without my clothes but I was unconscious then. I just can’t comfortably get dressed with someone around.”

“No offense taken, Renée.” The doctor smiled at her. “I’ll be out here too if you need something.”

As soon as the doctor stepped from Renée’s room, Sophie rushed and clutched her by the arm. “Oh, doctor, what’s wrong with her? Has she gone completely crazy?”

The doctor laughed. “No, not at all, Sophie.”

“Then why doesn’t she remember yesterday afternoon when I visited?”

There’s two answers to that Sophie, I think,” Doctor Kadow answered. “Shock or repression. Personally knowing Renée the way I do, I think her mind found her behavior distressing and repressed the memory.”

“Well, what would have caused that to happen?” Sophie wanted to know.

“I have some theories on that but it would be unethical for me to discuss them with anyone except for Renée. Don’t worry, dear,” the doctor said patting Sophie’s hand which had continued to clutch the doctor’s arm. “I’m sure between me, you, and the rest of her friends, we’ll be able to help her in the long run.”

“Alright!” Sophie exclaimed.

______

It was just past one o’clock in the early morning. The corridors and hallways were in semi-darkness. Most everybody had retired at least to their bedroom if not their bed,…except for an exuberant small group of students in one of many large TV rooms that lay scattered throughout the dormitories.

Seeing that Renée had seemed to be in a little better mood when she spoke of watching the movie, everyone had attempted to cooperate and to bring a friend besides. Kell, who was still busy popping many bags of popcorn for the group, announced his girlfriend couldn’t attend because she had early shift in the library the next day, but he convinced his first heart throb of a few years ago, a Japanese young woman, Mishima, to attend.

Irvin invited another friend of his, Norris, while Sophie asked a bright acting young woman, Naomi if she wanted to come join the small party. Renée had invited her good friend Reba and Sid didn’t invite anyone; he had no friends.

All the popcorn had been popped and was sitting around in large bowls. Irvin had gotten everybody who wanted one a carbonated soda from the machine located in the room. Sid unwrapped the present and observed an ordinary looking video tape with nothing written on it.

“Hey, Renée,” Sid began to say.

“Hold that thought,” his girlfriend exclaimed, jumping up from her seat next to him. “I need to go to the bathroom.” Amid the groans from everyone present, Renée said, “Go ahead and watch the previews. I’ll try to hurry, but if the movie starts, please pause it. I would like to see it all and it is my gift.”

Renée hurried from the room as Kell came over to retrieve the tape from Sid so he could start the movie.

“Hey, Kell, look at this, there’s nothing written on here. Don’t you find that odd?” Sid asked.

“Well, maybe not,” Kell answered thoughtfully. “Maybe Betty copied it from a brand new rental that was copyrighted and she didn’t want to take any risks.”

Kell hurried to the front of the room, knelt down and slid the tape into the VCR machine. 

“Oh, I hope it isn’t subtitled,” Sophie complained. “Those foreign flicks are just so weird.”

“You’re being a racist, Sophie,” Irvin pointed out.

“I am not!” she denied.

“Okay, okay, I’m starting the movie. Irvin, you want to get the lights?”

The movie started playing on the dormitory’s sixty inch TV. The room plunged into darkness. For a second there was no sound or picture. Then there was a picture, but still no sound. The picture became clearer. It was a young woman wearing a nursing uniform and she appeared to be standing in front of a desk.

“Say, isn’t that Renée?” Irvin asked.

“Yeah, that ‘is’ Renée,” Kell confirmed.

“What kind of movie is this, anyway?” Sophie asked.

Sid was certain he knew, but he wasn’t saying a word. After all, he was human too and decided he should view it as a science experiment i.e. the uncovering of the layers of Renée.

On the screen even without sound the audience could tell the many emotions Renée had been going through when it was filmed. Most of the people in the room thought they were viewing a screen test Renée had made at some time or other. When the tears began to roll down her face, Mishima commented, “Renée’s got good range.”

Renée turned her back to the camera. “Is that the end of the movie already?” Sophie asked.

Renée turned back around. “I guess not,” Kell answered.

Someone in the room said “Good,” as Renée again appeared to displaying a full range of emotions from outrage to concern to fright. Then she appeared to be reading from a book the audience couldn’t quite see.

“She is really very good. I wonder why she didn’t get the part,” Mishima commented again.

On the screen Renée began to slowly unbutton her uniform blouse. “Shhh!” Irvin complained to Mishima. His mouth was already almost completely dried out.

Renée placed her blouse on something that couldn’t be seen clearly. What could be observed very clearly was her standing there in her lacy bra, which just barely contained her large breasts. She appeared in agony.

“What kind of movie was this anyway?” Reba complained.

“Will you please be quiet? We’re trying to watch a movie here,” Irvin directed.

When Renée dropped her skirt revealing her transparent thong through which her pussy lips could be clearly seen, Sophie began to stand up. “Ok, that’s enough,” she protested. “Turn that off. We shouldn’t be watching this. There’s something wrong here.”

Irvin grabbed his tiny girlfriend and pulled her down on his lap, while placing his hand across her mouth. “Mfff,” she complained.

When Renée turned her back to the camera once again, Kell whined, “Aww, it’s over.”

“No, it’s not,” Irvin said happily as Renée turned, appeared angry for a short period and then banged her shoes down.

On the TV screen a minute later Renée lowered her bra and then took it off completely baring her breasts. “Oh my God,” Irvin murmured.

“Oh my God, indeed. Sophie’s right! We shouldn’t be watching this,” Reba complained.

“Shut up!” Irvin said harshly.

When Renée began peeling her thong down, the men in the room quit breathing. When she pulled it off her body and placed it down, Mishima praised, “She’s hot!”

‘Yes, she is,’ Sid thought mournfully.

On the super wide TV screen, Renée stood stooped over until someone else entered the picture. Whoever it was, was completely blurred out, but Sid had no doubt he knew who it was. The person made Renée stand straight up with her hands by her side wantonly displaying her fulsome breasts and shaven vagina. Kell held out the remote and froze the frame.

Renée chose that moment to re-enter the room. “Aww,” she complained. “I asked you to wait.” She stepped forward and as she went to sit down beside Sid, Renée took a good look at what they were watching.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.



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Chapter Two

When Betty stepped lively down the corridor to her office early the next morning, she was surprised to observe Renée already waiting for her standing by her office door. Renée was well known for not liking to arise early.

‘Oh ho! What do we have here?’ Betty wondered.

“Good morning, Renée,” Betty maliciously grinned at her. “How good to see you dressed for a change.”

Renée just glared at her superior.

“Oh, not saying anything, Renée? Tape got your tongue?”

“I’ll say plenty after you open that door and we get inside your office,” Renée hissed. “I see no reason to drag any more of our dealings out in public.”

“Good point,” Betty said briskly, suddenly all business.

After they both had entered the office, Renée wasted no time now. “What’s the big idea of sending me that tape?”

“Why, Renée, I thought even a cretin such as yourself could figure it out. I want those pictures back. If you don’t cooperate, I will spread that tape around the globe.”

“You want a piece of me, bitch?” Renée pushed herself right up in Betty’s face. “Or you gonna hide behind your assassin again?”

Betty blanched and stepped back. She wasn’t exactly afraid of Renée, but she was older and out of shape from sitting behind a desk while Renée was a much younger woman.

“You touch me, and you’ll be expelled from here in five seconds.”

“Oh, cluck, cluck, cluck,” Renée retorted.

“I want those pictures back,” emphasized Betty.

“Not gonna happen, not now, not later.”

Renée turned to leave the office. Betty called after her, “You’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to reason.”

‘Hmmm, She’s gonna be harder than I thought. Time for phase two.’

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The evening before: On the super wide TV screen, Renée stood stooped over until someone else entered the picture. Whoever it was, was completely blurred out, but Sid had no doubt he knew who it was. The person made Renée stand straight up with her hands by her side wantonly displaying her fulsome breasts and shaven pussy. Kell held out the remote and froze the frame.

Renée chose that moment to re-enter the room. “Aww,” she complained. “I asked you to wait.” She stepped forward and, as she went to sit down beside Sid, she took a good look at what they were watching.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.

Renée’s immediate embarrassment translated quickly into rage. She began striking out at the nearest person to her. In this case it was Sid. With Renée ’s closed fisted blows flying all around his head, he understood it was just a matter of time until she landed a lucky blow and broke his nose or chipped a tooth. Renée was so angry she had waves of adrenaline coursing through her body.

Sid stood up and grabbed her around her waist and swung her around in front of him so she couldn’t reach him any further. Unfortunately for Reba, Renée could now reach her. The raven-haired young woman was particularly put out that her good girlfriend was sitting there and allowing the rest of them to watch that…that piece of filth…that Betty had obviously sent her as a message.

Renée continued to swing wildly despite being held tightly by Sid. On her second swing she smacked Reba with a good right cross just under her eye. The cheek underneath immediately began to swell.

“Ow!” Reba complained and stepped back from Renée’s immediate vicinity.

Renée became so frustrated that she could no longer reach her friend with her fists, she began to lash out at her with wild kicks of her legs. Unfortunately this caused her pajama bottoms to begin to slide down her shapely hips.

In fact her pajamas were what had caused her to be gone from the room for so long. Once Renée had left to go the restroom, she realized her initial plan of just loosening her tight clothing away from her wounds so she wasn’t in such pain was not going to be enough; so she went back to her room to change her entire outfit.

Renée had taken off her tight t-shirt and jeans and intended to find some clothing that were somewhat more loose and flowing. Unfortunately she couldn’t find anything except for her pajamas. Deciding this gathering was certainly like a slumber party in a way, she just slipped her pj’s over her naked body. After all she just planned to enter the room in the dark, watch the movie and then return to her room. There was no absolutely no reason she couldn’t be comfortable, was there?

“Let me go!” Renée squirmed in Sid’s arms while continuing to kick out at Reba.

Her pajama bottoms finally slid off her leaving her half naked and her struggling with her boyfriend had caused her top to ride up above her breasts. As Renée continued to kick at Reba, her friend looked on absolutely fascinated at Renée’s shaven pubic area. She was a provincial girl and had never seen anything like that. 

Pow! Renée’s foot met firmly with the point of Reba’s chin knocking her woozy for a few seconds. The raven-haired young woman took advantage of the situation and kicked her friend several more times in the face.

“Ow!” Reba complained. “I think you broke my dose!”

“Well, fight then – you pathetic slug!” taunted Renée.

Reba suddenly lashed out with both fists with a right jab and a left uppercut. Renée slipped the jab and when she did, she slid all the way out of her pajama top leaving her standing stark naked in front of her friends. The upper cut hit the naked woman square in her vagina!

“Ow! Oh! That felt so good! Hit me again!” screamed Renée.

Reba stood nonplussed for a moment, as Sophie thought, ‘There she goes again! What is wrong with this poor woman?’

Glancing around the room, Sophie immediately grasped that Renée was inadvertently providing quite a floor show for the young men present. Her Irvy seemed particularly enamored.

“Okay!” she ordered waving her arms in a shooing motion. “All you men outta here – right now! Come on!”

Sophie began literally pushing Irvin to get him to move. “You too, Sid – out!”

Sid hadn’t taken his eyes off Renée’s beautiful naked body for one second. And who could blame him?

He knew, even with her wounds that were still healing, he would never again see a woman as beautiful as she. Sophie had managed to convince Norris, Irvin, and Kell to leave. Looking back from the doorway, the brown-haired woman realized Sid hadn’t moved one inch!

“Sid, you too! Outta here right now!”

“Aww Sophie,” the young man complained. “I’m her fiancé, I should stay and help.”

All the while this was occurring, Renée was still attempting to entice Reba to inflict more punishment on her. Reba continued to step away from the nude young woman, while holding her one hand over her injured nose. Blood has continued to cascade from it down Reba’s face.

“You’re not her fiancé,” Sophie accused. “A fiancé is a person who has asked another person to marry them. You haven’t even asked Rinoa to go to Roller Derby yet.”

“You mean I’m supposed to ask her to go to Roller Derby?” Sid asked perplexed. “I didn’t even think she liked Roller Derby.”

“Come on, Sid,” Reba entreated while intertwining her arm with his. “You can escort me to the clinic to save me from explaining what I’m doing up this late with a broken nose.”

Sophie flashed Reba a look of gratitude as the young woman and Sid left the TV room. Now that her immediate enemy had left, Renée turned her attention to Sophie. Naomi had already fled the scene once the fighting had begun.

“Come on, you twit – fight!” Renée begged. “You were sitting here allowing them to look at that invasion of my privacy without complaining!”

“No, I wasn’t, Renée. I tried to stop them. Irvin was holding me back.”

“You lie!” Renée insisted while reaching a delivering a substantial slap against Sophie’s face.

“Ow! No, I’m not lying,” Sophie protested while attempting to step back further from her obviously crazed naked friend. “Irvin was holding me back,” she repeated again.

“Oh come now,” Renée replied while closing in again on the green-eyed young woman. “Since when could Irvin ever control you when you wanted something?”

Renée delivered another slap, this one harder, on Sophie’s cheek. Sophie had to admit that Renée had a point. She hadn’t struggled very hard, had she?

‘Did I actually want to watch that video of Renée stripping herself starkers and if I did, then why did I?’ she wondered.

Renée used this opportunity of Sophie’s introspection to slap her three more times in rapid succession. The brown-haired woman snapped and brought her brown booted foot up between Renée’s legs and kicked her right in her naked crotch – hard!

“Oh God, that’s feels so good!” Renée cried out while she crashed to the floor and writhed in pain.

“Oh God! What have I done?” Sophie gasped. She stepped away from Renée as if she had the plague. “I’m so sorry, Renée.”

Turning to Mishima who was watching the entire proceedings with great interest, the green-eyed woman entreated, “What’s wrong with her? She’s been like this since the day Kristen stripped her.”

“Renée suffered a great trauma that day being stripped and beaten in front of all those people. In some twisted way the stroking of Kristen’s sword became sensuous and finally caused her to orgasm,” the more worldly Mishima explained.

Sophie flushed considerably. “So Renée was telling the truth in the clinic that day!”

“Yes,” the pretty young woman agreed, “Renée has become a masochist.”

“A machinist?” the good hearted young woman asked. “What? She wants to operate a lathe or something?”

“No, no, Sophie,” Mishima giggled. “A masochist is a person who receives sexual gratification from psychological or physical punishment.”

“Oh bummer! How icky. What can we do to help her?”

“Oh, I have something in mind,” Mishima winked at Sophie. “By the way, what is she doing?”

Glancing over at Rinoa who had been suspiciously quiet and calm for the last minute, Sophie observed Rinoa standing stock still as if she were in a trance.

“I’m not sure, but Renée has had some difficulty in the past with sleepwalking when she was under great psychological stress. She may have fallen asleep.”

What are ‘you’ doing?” Sophie asked greatly alarmed.

Mishima had just pulled her white mid-riff over her head and off her body. She had already unsnapped her suspenders and stepped out of her short black skirt and now stood only appareled in a very skimpy bra and small cotton panties. Her huge breasts were straining to be released.

“I am going to attempt to offer Rinoa some solace from her current sexual aberration,” Mishima answered while crossing the room to Rinoa. “You may want to leave, Sophie. This could possibly be distasteful to you.”

Mishima stood directly in front of Renée who was just standing there appearing rather forlorn for the moment, but now conscious. Mishima removed the rest of her clothing and stood nakedly in front of the troubled young woman. Renée appeared to finally have regained some touch with the reality surrounding her as her eyes grew as big as saucers when she stared at Mishima’s truly bodacious figure.

At Mishima’s first urging, Sophie had quickly strode to the back of the room, but had hesitated at the door.

‘Maybe I’d better stay and make certain that nothing bad happens to her. I mean I don’t think she could take much more without losing her mind. Yeah, that’s the ticket – I need to remain to watch out for her,’ Sophie rationalized.

Sophie turned around and peered back into the room. She couldn’t believe her own eyes when she caught a glimpse of the naked Mishima.

‘My God! She makes Renée look like a twelve year old girl,’ she thought completely shocked.

Sophie didn’t consciously notice, but when Mishima held out her hand and Renée took it in hers and then Mishima pulled her close; their naked bodies rubbing salaciously against each other, her hand clutched the neckline of her yellow dress and she pulled it asunder dropping the two separate pieces onto the floor. Sophie’s right hand slid beneath her bra and began to rub her nipple back and forth. It became instantly erect. Her left hand dive bombed into her panties and fingered her pussy lips almost violently.

Mishima stood a little over an inch taller than Renée and she leaned down while she began to kiss her; at first soft little tentative kisses all over Renée’s face until she was able to learn how she was going to react.

Renée moaned and placed her hands lower on Mishima’s behind. She pulled the young woman as close as possible to her and bumped and rubbed her clit against Mishima who took that as tacit permission to continue and she kissed Renée in earnest now forcing her tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against Renée’s.

Mishima reached down with her hand and felt Renée’s ‘love patch’ and found it to be dripping wet proving to her the young woman was ready to move further in their lovemaking. Disengaging from her mouth for a second, she cooed, “Want to take this to the couch, love?”

Renée nodded happily and Mishima took her by the hand and led her over to a couch on the side of the room that is usually considered prime seating for TV watching. It was seven feet long and quite comfortable.

From the doorway, Sophie now stepped into the center of the room, completely shredding her panties and bra as she moved. The brown-haired young woman continued to move as if she were robotic and not in complete control of herself. She immediately thrust two fingers into her distended labia working them in and out as she continued to closely watch the sexual maneuverings of Mishima and Renée.

Mishima gently lay Renée down on the couch on her back. Renée spread her legs enough so Mishima could comfortably kneel between them. Looking down at the young woman with her perfectly formed high breasts with her beautiful nipples, her narrow waist, completely shaven pubic area and wide open vagina, and her long lovely sculpted legs, Mishima felt her breath taken away for a second.

Renée was truly one of the most beautiful women Mishima had ever observed with their clothes off. She had always suspected that beneath those rather staid outfits of Renée, she was hiding a hellacious body, but seeing is believing as far as Mishima was concerned.

“You are so beautiful,” she gushed to Renée, causing the raven-haired young woman to blush. She wished Sid could be as outgoing with his compliments just one time as this woman was.

Renée reached up with her two hands and cupped Mishima’s breasts as much as possible which still left more uncovered than covered.

“Don’t worry, they’re real,” she giggled while placing her hands over Renée’s and pressing them hard on her bosom.

Renée twisted and rubbed both of Mishima’s nipples simultaneously causing to them to grow erect. Mishima moaned loudly and bent over and suckled Renée’s beautiful nips in return. She sucked hard on them causing them to grow amazing large; then the lovely woman began kissing Renée all over her chest and down her belly to her shaven pussy.

Mishima observed where the stitch had just recently been removed from Renée’s labia and was careful to avoid the area, assuming correctly it was still quite sore and not wanting to awaken Renée’s masochistic streak at this time.

Sophie had moved much closer to the two cavorting women and had jammed two more fingers, now having four fingers vigorously moving in and out of her fully distended dripping wet labia. She was so sexually stimulated she began to hunch over her hand and was emitting a steady stream of moaning.

Mishima happened to catch a glimpse of the normally puritanically acting Sophie in her peripheral vision and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

‘If only Irvin could see her now,’ Mishima thought. ‘She would never live it down.’

Mishima caught Renée’s attention and directed her to look in Sophie’s direction. Renée did as Mishima suggested and appeared completely stunned to see what her usual totally respectable friend was involved in.

When Renée looked back at Mishima and observed her roll her eyes in Sophie’s direction, Renée laughed aloud.

“It’s so good to hear you laugh again, Ren,” Mishima murmured. “Lie back, I’m bringing you something good.”

Renée did as directed and lay flat on her back on the long couch, her breasts flattening to the sides. Mishima swung around and placed herself where her mouth was directly over Renée’s beautiful bare vagina lips. This of course left Mishima’s labia hanging over Renée’s mouth.

Renée noticed that unlike her shaven pubic area Mishima’s was covered by bushy, black pubic hair. ‘She’s sure not wearing any bikini with this stuff,’ Renée grinned to herself, but she discovered it to be extremely sexy nonetheless.

Mishima understood that Renée was a true sexual novice, as far as gay sex was concerned, so she told her to lap anything she wanted, that it was fine with her. Meanwhile Mishima immediately located Renée’s clitoris and popped it up hard with her fingers. Then she began tonguing it while attempting to make her tongue as stiff as a board.

She realized that Renée was getting off like a racehorse as her labia was now dripping. Mishima was concentrating all her powers on satisfying Renée when suddenly she felt her good friend slip two fingers all the way up her vagina.

“Oh, that feels good, Rennie, keep it up,” Mishima groaned in between tonguing her friend.

Renée did as directed and vigorously followed Mishima’s advice jamming her fingers in and out as quickly as possible. Mishima found herself hunching on her friend’s hand.

‘God, she’s a natural at this,’ she thought delightedly.

Renée began twisting and turning on the couch as Mishima’s ministrations were finally producing exquisite sensations in her that were running all through her body.

Renée’s orgasm was building deep inside of her. In her excitement, she had jammed her last finger up Mishima’s vagina, which closed completely around her wrist causing it to be practically impossible to move it in and out anymore.

Suddenly Renée almost blacked out as her orgasm came bubbling up through her.

“Oh God! God! God! Mishima!” the young woman cried out in bliss.

As Mishima had continued to hunch on her friend’s hand and was extremely wet, she suddenly felt it slip up all of the way inside of her. ‘Oh shit! I’m gonna scream!’

Renée felt around up inside of her friend in an area that was brand new to her. As she lay cumming Renée twisted here, tweaked there, and pulled over there. Mishima gave out with a heart stopping shriek screaming Renée’s name out to the spheres as Mishima’s orgasm was wrested from her forcefully.

Mishima collapsed onto Renée as the young woman fainted dead away again.

Oh! Oh! Oh! I love you, Irvin!” Sophie cried out.

Mishima glanced to where Sophie was hunched on her hand climaxing and screaming for Irvin and was amused to notice the green-eyed woman had literally torn her clothes off her body into tiny pieces and stood appareled at the present time in only her brown boots.

‘Who would have thunk it?’ Mishima thought humorously. ‘We’ll be lucky if we don’t call attention to ourselves from waking someone up. Wouldn’t that be something? They burst in here to find out what the screaming was all about and discover the three of us nude while masturbating and eating each other out.’

Sophie was the first one to come to what senses she had before she zoned out. Looking around she noticed she was standing totally bereft of any apparel.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. “Where are my clothes?”

Mishima languidly pointed them out laying scattered in tiny pieces on the floor. Sophie fell into a crouch covering her pubic area with one hand and her one arm across her breasts.

“Have I been raped?” Sophie asked.

“Yes, in a way,” Mishima answered, “but you did it to yourself. Check your hand.”

Sophie held her hand out in front of her face and observed it was dripping.

“Oh great God! I’ve never done anything like that before. Did Renée see me?”




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Mishima answered with a hard stare of askance.

“Ok, ok, I mean I’ve never done anything like that in front of others.”

“Yes, Renée saw you,” Mishima replied. “But trust me, she doesn’t care. She had her own agenda going on at the time.”

“Oh crikey! I just realized. What am I gonna wear to my room? I’ve destroyed all my clothes. Am I gonna have to pull a ‘nude Renée ’ run?”

“Haha!” Mishima heartily laughed. “No, you can wear mine.”

“What will you wear then?”

“My bra and panties, of course,” Mishima explained.

“Are you sure you want to do that? They don’t seem to cover much of you,” Sophie accused.

“Well, if you prefer to go without, that’s fine.”

“Oh, no, no,” Sophie was quick to say. “That’s fine by me. I’ll wear your skirt and blouse.” And smiled at Mishima who smiled back.

“What was going on with you two?” Sophie asked.

Something that I think will help Renée in the long run,” Mishima answered.

“Oh thank God! Anything will be better than the horrible way she was before,” the brown-haired young woman intoned.

Renée’s eyelids began to flutter as though she was in R.E.M. sleep, but she was actually preparing to awaken. She opened her eyes and saw her two lovely nude friends standing over her solicitously and smiled up at them.

Renée sat up and Mishima asked, “Feel better now, Renée?”

“Oh yes,” she gushed, “I feel better than I’ve ever felt before.”

“So you know now what’s good for you?” Sophie asked.

“Certainly,” Renée answered self assuredly. “I’m gay!”

“What!!” Mishima and Sophie queried loudly in unison.

“And that’s not all – I’m a gay masochist!”

“Oh brother!” Sophie exclaimed while holding her hand up to her forehead in a move very reminiscent of one Sid favored in his usual dealings with Renée.



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Chapter Three

Samuel returned to his room after lunch to find a top of the line VCR and written directions resting on his bed. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and because his mother, if he had known who she was, wouldn’t have raised him to be a fool, Samuel made plans to do as he was told. Besides he had a damn good idea who sent this to him and what it concerned and the first letter of the person’s first name was B and the last letter was Y.

By 6:30 that evening, he was sequestered in a room at a nearby hotel with the VCR hooked up to the TV ready to record. Samuel had been informed there was a segment coming on at 7:05 on a local channel that covered any new area scandals that he no doubt would like to record and have on video tape.

At seven o’clock the show came on as scheduled. Samuel saw the smarmy greased back black-haired smug appearing host with the annoying voice do the lead-in, which was the same everyday except for what the date was. Then the show went to it’s usual run of commercials.

Samuel sat comfortably directly in front of the set and when the show came back on, Samuel hit record on the VCR and sat back to enjoy the mayhem.

“Hi!” the host brightly greeted, “I’m Barry Springer, and you’re not. Today we are proud to present to you another one of our local scandals segments. You might want to run the kiddies off now, not because they will see anything particularly offensive – I know, darn it! – haha. But because you won’t want them bugging you for anything when you’re watching this – it’s that good.”

“Tonight we are headlining a student at our local university.”

Here Samuel’s heart sang. ‘I was right!’ he gloated. ‘This is gonna mean some big bucks for me.’

“Now I’m sure you understand that legally we cannot mention any names, although I can tell you her first name is Renée. After all, there are a lot of Renées in the world – haha! But I guess as it has turned out this particular Renée is now more than slightly tarnished.”

“Now a certain tape has been sent to us purporting to be of this Renée and casting her in an inappropriate light but not an unattractive one – hehe. A team of our experts, myself included, have poured over this tape for hours to ascertain if it is authentic. I myself made of a copy of this tape and took it home to study late at night after everyone else had gone to bed and it has indeed not been tampered with in any manner.”

Ok, we’re gonna roll the tape and I will explain it as we go. Apparently as you can see here the student has had some sort of difficulty in her deportment and rather than take a written reprimand from her loyal and fair minded supervisor, she chose – as unbelievable as this sounds to a rational person - to strip herself naked and march through the university in the middle of the day time – and I’m terribly sorry to tell you this, but there were also children present who were subjected to this most cruel and unkind of child abuse.”

“Unfortunately we have no sound to go with this, but after all, every picture tells a story, don’t it? Now this is the very beginning of the episode. You can see that Renée is highly upset about something and then – oops! There goes the uniform blouse.”

Now I realize it’s a damn shame that she was actually wearing that kind of slutty bra, and if it really bothers you, feel free to turn your head. The next thing on the agenda is of course her uniform skirt and off it goes and again, I’m sorry to say she was wearing very little in the panty department.”

Now with Renée standing in her bra and panties, we will take a station break and be back in five minutes. Don’t miss any of the second part of the show now.”

Samuel hit the pause button and laughed outloud for the first time since the show had began. ‘Oh this is awesome!’ he thought. ‘I’m gonna have a marketing empire on my hands with this.’

“Welcome back to the second part of the show – the unveiling as it were of the unfortunate lack of morality now prevalent on our college campuses. Of course you realize there’s only so much we can show you because this isn’t x-rated TV, but personally I think it’s a damn shame. I have perused this tape, as I’ve mentioned, many times and it would behoove people to be able to get the whole story on this.”

“Anyway here we see her turn away and then as a second thought come back and slam her shoes down on the desk. Now it gets good here. I’m sorry, I mean that the students’ behavior now becomes completely immature bordering on freakish as you can see for yourselves. She has unfastened her bra and allowed it to slide halfway down her arms exposing her breasts down to just above her nipples. Aren’t those breasts nice by the way? Can we get a close up of those?”

“Oops! There’s our blur – sorry.”

Here Samuel moved very close to the TV and squinted. ‘Oh yeah!’ he gloated. ‘I can remove that without any problem.’

“Next we see her,” the announcer began to intone again, “beginning to slide her panties down over those steamy shapely – I’m sorry – off her body. Oops! There go the panties and here comes our blur. Sorry folks! But I can tell you this – she shaves, if you get my drift. Now as Renée was standing completely starkers in front of God knows who, she all of the sudden gets the inclination to feel embarrassed as you can tell – she’s all scrunched down.”

“Now strangely she straightens back up completely keeping her arms by her side as though she’s at some kind of nakedness inspection – hehe. If you have the original tape, this shot here makes an excellent freeze frame. I’m not quite sure what was happening here and like I’ve said, I’ve watched this a number of times. Renée is apparently sexually stimulating herself without touching any part of her body.”

Samuel leaned forward again to take a much closer look at the screen. ‘They did a superior job of erasing Betty,’ he thought. ‘She must have send them the tape with the understanding that they edit out anybody else. And this schmuck never saw the original copy. He just took home a pirated copy and diddled himself to it. Poor Renée, to provide the stimulus for this jerk to pretend he’s shagging her. Why, she wouldn’t let this clown kiss her rectum.’

“And there she goes folks leaving the office and unfortunately she doesn’t come back; I mean fortunately we don’t have to watch any more of that. And that’s our show for tonight. Stay tuned as we preview tomorrow night’s show – the Mayor of our fair city – is he all he’s cracked up to be?”

Snap. Samuel stood up after pushing stop on the VCR and turning the TV off.

‘And now for my applied expertise,’ he gloated once again.

In another part of the city, in a room full of TV monitors displaying different shows from around the world, Ward, the assistant to the chairman of the board of directors of the university heaved himself up from his chair; and went to locate his cell phone The chairman needed to hear about this right away!

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The first inkling that Renée had that anything might be amiss with their ordinary video training session was when Kell came racing up to her all flushed because of his exertion of running through the university to reach her side before the seminar began.

As he knelt by her front row seat in the huge amphitheatre, he was gasping for breath and attempting to speak at the same time.

“Slow down, Kell,” Sophie complained. “What could be so important?”

Sophie was seated as usual by Renée’s right side. “Um…I – I just talked to my Ma and she said Renée was on was on that show that exposes local scandals yesterday.

Renée’s mouth dropped agape knowing instinctively what it was. ‘That bitch! I’m gonna get her, I should show those pictures to Emma Cramer tonight, but I’d hate to get President Cramer in trouble and Betty knows it!’

“Aren’t you the sly one?” Sophie asked nudging her elbow into Renée. “You didn’t say a word about it.”

Before Renée could explain what she thought it concerned, Kell exclaimed, “No! It’s not like that, it’s terrible!”

Renée realized from Kell’s last comment she was correct in her assumptions, although knowing what an alarmist Kell was caused her to minimize the situation. 

‘After all,’ she thought, ‘what can they show on TV? Me in my bra and panties? Heck, I was just stripped stark naked and whipped severely in front of two hundred people. Don’t make me laugh! Betty will have to do better than that.’

Renée realized this was the reason Betty had given a blanket dictum for everyone in the nursing program to watch the video presentation, which was only given in the times of a guest speaker. That’s why they were meeting in the amphitheatre.

“Shhh, everybody!” Renée ordered. Kell took this opportunity to sit on the floor at Renée’s feet.

The room fell quiet as the opening musical theme to the show filled the room. Five minutes into the actual show most of the inhabitants of the TV room were in hysterics relating to the droll commentary by Barry Springer. Some students were actually rolling around on the floor they were so out of control.

Sophie and Kell were staring stoically ahead, but inside themselves they too were cracking up. The only person who didn’t see the humor was Renée who was considering liable action. Ultimately she realized Betty was responsible, but she thought that any responsible news gathering organization had the task of interviewing the subject and learning their viewpoint before airing the news program or writing the article. Rinoa realized that no one had ever confused shows of the ilk of the show with a responsible news gathering show.

By the time, the show had reached the point where the host said, “I have perused this tape, as I’ve mentioned, many times and it would behoove people to be able to get the whole story on this,” Renée had decided she would leave the dorm one evening and pay this gentleman a visit. She fully expected that when she left his residence she would have used her kick boxing knowledge on him extensively.

Renée stood up to leave when it became obvious that the rest of the show would show her mostly blurred out. In fact, she realized she really would appear more dressed in the blurred than she had looked in her scanty bra and panties.

Static filled the screen momentarily and then Samuel sat looking out at the audience rather than the host. Renée suddenly had a bad, bad feeling and sank wearily back into her chair.

“Hey out there in video land,” the blond man greeted. “Samuel Allison here. I’ll turn you back over to that insipid bozo in a minute, but first allow me to tell you about a one time only special deal. For the extremely low price of 300 dollars you can own your own video tape of this program. It will only be available through PaidFriend at Naked Renée.com. I know you’re asking why would you want to pay your hard earned money for this nonsense program, my answer is wait and see. Mwahaha! See you later, me hearties.”

Renée actually shuddered when the static returned and the show resumed. When the show reached the point where the host explained, “She has unfastened her bra and allowed it to slide halfway down her arms exposing her breasts down to just above her nipples. Aren’t those breasts nice by the way? Can we get a close up of those?

Oops! There’s our blur – sorry.”

THERE WAS NO BLUR! 

There was only Renée’s awesome appearing breasts, nipples and all filling the video screen and with a screen designed for a teaching amphitheatre, that’s a lot of filling. Renée wasn’t even surprised as she had expected this ever since Samuel had interrupted the show, but it still didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

The room exploded in a cacophony of noise and most of the young men rushed down from their seats to obtain a closer look. Sophie turned and said something with a look of anguish on her face, but of course Renée couldn’t comprehend what she said because of the level of noise in the room.

Unbelievably the noise even grew louder when the program actually presented Renée in all her uncovered stark naked glory when she removed her panties. Her pussy lips looked incredibly large on that huge screen. 

‘At least this show is only being piped into the amphitheater here in the university,’ Renée thought.

The room grew hushed with shock when the tape reached the part where Betty would have been completely visible if she had not been electronically erased. Of course what was left was a totally obscene view of Renée with her legs spread wide and her vagina actually appearing to be open and moving inside of it on its’ own.

That hush proved to be the calm before the next storm as the presentation stopped. No, the show wasn’t over, the frame just froze right at the most possible degrading second. And then something even more horrible happened, at least as far as Renée was concerned.

Samuel’s voice came on over the frozen frame on the screen. “Just wanted everyone to know that this was linked to satellite hookup and was broadcasted all over the world as we sat and watched it this afternoon.”

‘Oh God no!’ Renée screamed but only in her mind. That single piece of information that said the entire world has watched her supposedly stripped herself naked in front of a camera completely proved her undoing. Her vision swam in front of her. Renée went to stand up to help clear her head and instead pitched forward passed out dead away.

______

When Renée initially fainted, Kell had just picked her as though she were as light as a feather and carried her in his arms as he sprinted to the emergency room in the university hospital. It was the fastest way by far that she could have traveled there.

As soon as they arrived, Dr. Kadow was summoned since she had treated Renée before and had her placed in a room where the doctor quickly monitored all of the young woman’s vital signs and discovered there was basically nothing wrong physically. Renée had just fainted. The doctor went off to see some other patients who more critically needed her assistance and when she returned a few minutes later to check on Renée’s progress, she was shocked to discover Renée had disappeared.

Renée awoke to discover she was laying strapped stark naked on a bed. Her initial thought was how strange for the doctor to have restrained her and why the heck did she take away all her clothing and left her no sheet. She had never done that before. But Renée quickly realized she was not in the hospital as she observed Betty standing across the room grinning at her.

“You bitch!” snarled Renée. “Let me go!”

“Not a chance, until you give me those pictures.”

“Well, gee, Betty, I don’t seem to have them on me – as you can see since you took all my clothes!”

Betty strode quickly over the side of Renée and leaned over her lying flat on her back on the bed. Betty pointed straight up to the ceiling. “You know what’s up there, Renée?”

“Uh, the moon and the sun?”

“Haha! You always were a clever girl – too clever for your own good, I’m afraid. No, up there is a web cam. As we speak you are being broadcast live over the internet.”

“Help!” Renée screamed. “I have been held captive by my nursing supervisor at ______ University!”

“Nice try, except for one thing – there’s no sound. And I doubt if anyone could read lips they would believe you and I really doubt any one will be watching your mouth when we get done with you.”

Sheer terror ran through Renée at Betty’s last statement. ‘What in God’s name are they going to do to me?’ she wondered.

“What in God’s name are you going to do to me?” Renée asked her voice trembling.

“Oh, wait and see,” Betty sneered. “It’s guaranteed, though, you won’t like it. But it can be avoided if you tell me where you’ve hidden those pictures.”

‘Where in the hell are we anyway?’ Renée wondered glancing around the room as far as her restraints would allow her.

“Where in the hell are we?” Renée demanded. It was a dismal appearing room; stained green floors, flaking yellow walls and a hideous red ceiling.

“Never you mind, where we are. Your concern should be telling me where those pictures are,” Betty declared. “If you don’t tell me, we’re somewhere they’ll never find you.”

“Betty?” Renée asked, “You really want me to tell you where they are?”

“Of course,” she answered.

“Well, then come down here and I’ll tell you. Well, come on, I won’t bite,” Renée invited.

Betty crossed to the bed and leaned down. Renée pushed her head up as much as she could and planted a great big kiss on Betty’s unsuspecting lips.

“Ewww!” Betty complained, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “I’d heard you gone queer, but I didn’t believe it.”

“I’m a gay masochist,” Renée announced proudly.

“Whatever, I’ve got just the thing to straighten you out.”

Fred stepped out from somewhere wearing only a large erection, black socks and a black mask across his face in an effort to disguise him. 

Both Renée and Betty broke out into laughter. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ The young woman wondered.

“What the hell are you doing?” Betty demanded between chuckles. “What is that mask for?”

“To disguise who I am obviously,” he replied rather indignantly.

“Fred, surely Renée will now tell me where the pictures are. No one would choose to be ravaged by someone who looks as stupid as you do and what’s with the black socks?”

“Awww, why do you always have to say things like that to me? And my feet are cold.”

“I’m not telling you where those pictures are and you keep him away from me or you’ll be sorry,” Renée said forthrightly.

Betty flushed with anger. “You’re laying there naked, bound to a bed and threatening me? I can’t believe it! Fred, get over there and rape her.”

“You stay away from me, Fred. I’m warning you,” Renée threatened again.

“Now Fred!” Betty ordered.

Fred’s head was swiveling back and forth between the young woman and his immediate supervisor, almost as if he was being counseled by a very angry angel and the devil herself.

Fred walked closely by the bed and noticed Renée’s legs were still tightly bound together and tied down to the bed itself.

“Hey,” he complained. “I can’t do anything to her when she’s tied down like this.”

“Oh, alright,” Betty sighed. “Hang on a minute, willya?”

“This is your last warning, Fred,” Renée cautioned.

Fred grinned down at her. 

‘Okay, you little shit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ the captive woman thought.

Betty untied Renée’s legs from each other and also the bed and then stepped back allowing them their privacy. ‘Well,’ Betty thought, ‘as much privacy as you can have when a web cam is broadcasting your every move to the world.’

Fred moved in for the kill – he thought. He knelt on the bed between Renée’s legs and directly in front of the altar of her sex. ‘Oh great God, this is almost religious,’ he thought.

It was his last conscious thought….for quite a while. Renée quickly kicked him hard in the nose shattering it. She could have driven it up into his brain killing him instantly, but she had decided he probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference.

Then, before Fred could move away since he was presently preoccupied with shrieking in pain and holding his hands over his nose, Renée wrapped her long legs around his neck tightly. She tightened her grip even further and then twisted his neck one turn. CRACK!

The young woman removed her legs and Fred fell sideways off the bed onto the floor and lay still.

“Oh sweet Christ!” Betty screamed. “You’ve killed him. Thanks a hella lot, Renée. I finally find someone to screw and you kill him.”

Renée laughed. “Your concern for Fred touches me deeply, but he’s not dead. I just cracked a bone in his neck. He should be up and around…oh, I’d say in about a year and a half.”

Observing that the look of anguish still remained on Betty’s usual stoic features, Renée further explained, “But as soon they get him locked down with that crown of thorns neck mechanism, you’ll be able to climb up on him to your heart’s content. In fact, it should give new meaning to the term, ‘visiting hours.’




Betty's Revenge Ch. 03



“Yeah, good, but now what am I going to do about you? I just ‘knew’ you would tell me where those pictures were rather than let Fred rape you.”

“Well, that still leaves you,” Renée explained while smiling seductively at her.

“Me?!” Betty questioned incredulously.

“Oh God, keep away, Betty! No, don’t come near me! I might have to tell you where the pictures are if you do!” Renée cried out in a falsetto voice.

Renée was moving her legs wide and then bringing them back together in a scissoring fashion totally exposing her wide open vagina. This she would alternate with drawing her legs up with her knees bent and thrusting her pubic mound up toward the ceiling in a imitation of the sexual act.

‘Oh, to hell with it,’ Betty thought while moving to the side of the bed. Renée reached up and pulled Betty down on top of her. The older woman had just enough time to realize that Renée had slipped her binds completely and could have gotten up at any time when the young woman began to kiss her furiously while running her hands up and down Betty’s uniform searching for a zipper or buttons.

Renée grasped the waistband to Betty’s uniform skirt and ran her hand around it until she located the zipper. As the young woman began to pull the zipper down, Betty pulled away from Renée’s kiss attempting to get up.

Renée let loose of the zipper momentarily and pulled Betty close to her to nuzzle her neck.

“Remember when I told you to come closer, that I wouldn’t bite?” Renée murmured.

“Uh huh,” Betty giggled.

“I lied!” Renée bite hard into Betty’s lower lip.

“Top tat too tit!” Betty screamed.

Renée paid no attention and pulled the zipper on Betty’s skirt down and pushed her skirt off her body. She slid her hands inside of the woman’s white panties and caressed her rounded bottom before pulling Betty up to her where she could wrap her legs around her supervisor’s hips tightly.

Renée realized Betty would never escape her now no matter what she did, so she let go of Betty’s lower lip with her teeth.

“Damn it, Renée! What were you doing?” Betty complained.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me, you fool.”

Betty finally got into the spirit of the proceedings and kissed Renée hard over and over. The dark-haired young woman sighed and wiggled under Betty contentedly. She clutched the bottom of Betty’s blouse and pulled it up by her shoulders and then unclasped her bra and slid it out leaving Betty’s breasts rubbing directly on hers. Renée felt her nipples harden immediately and she also felt Betty’s had grown erect.

She slid her hands down her lover’s bare back and then around her body into her panties. Renée felt with her hands probing until she discovered Betty was sopping wet. 

‘She’s ready,’ the young woman thought.

She pulled her hands back out and grasped the waistband of Betty’s panties and ripped them off and finished by flinging them on the floor. Renée began to thrust her cunt up into Betty’s in a very haphazard fashion due to flying blind, so to speak, but fortunately kept hitting her hardened clit against Betty’s

“Oh God, Renée, what are you doing to me?” Betty gasped.

“I’m raping you, stupid - mwahaha!” Renée cackled.

The black-haired young woman slid her hands around Betty’s behind once again and then almost casually slipped one finger into Betty’s opened vagina from behind. Betty hunched backwards into Renée’s finger, so the young woman put in one more finger, stretching her cunt lips a bit more.

Then Renée slid in three fingers and never missed a thrust. Betty was groaning and tossing and turning on top of Renée. Renée slid in one more making it all four fingers.

“Oh God!’ Betty screamed finally understanding the principle of pleasure/pain.

Combining her four fingers into a fist Renée simulated the wang on an elephant thrusting in and out of Betty’s black pubic haired cunt hole.

“Oh stop! Don’t! Stop!” Betty screamed louder and louder until her orgasm fluttered up through her. “Oh, God, Don’t stop! Oh, God! I’m cummmmming!”

Right then before Renée could say anything, she heard some banging on the outside of one of the walls; then some small stones were shaken loose and then a huge hole of bricks fell out of the wall onto the floor and Kell stepped through it followed closely by some campus security.

“Kell!” Renée happily called out. “Where did you come from? How did you ever find us?”

“It really wasn’t that difficult,” Kell explained dryly, “since you just happened to be in a hidden area of a subbasement. Actually you owe your good fortune to Samuel, he’s the one who finally felt bad enough to tell us where you were. 

One of the security stepped forward and intoned, “Betty, by the power given to me by President Cramer, I hereby am arresting you on the charges of kidnapping and extortion. Stand up so I can formally arrest you.”

Betty automatically began to stand until Renée refused to let her up, because she still had her legs wrapped tightly around the other woman’s waist.

“Stop it,” Renée softly cautioned. “What do you have in mind? Standing up and waving that black thatched pussy of yours at all of them and it’s probably still leaking jism.”

Betty flushed bright red. “You’re right, I wasn’t thinking.”

Renée was more interested in the fact that Betty was currently her only piece of apparel at the moment and she didn’t want to display any more of her naked body to Kell or to any of the security men for that matter if she could help it.

Renée said sharply, “Kell, in case you haven’t noticed Betty and I both need some clothes. Go get some for us! Take those bozos with you and don’t bring them back. Tell Doctor Kadow that Fred has a chipped bone in his neck and to bring the stretcher specially made for that purpose. And despite what President Cramer says, I am not pressing charges against Betty.”

“What?!” Kell questioned highly upset.

“You heard me, I didn’t stutter. I’m not pressing charges against Betty. Now go on.”

“You know, Renée,” Kell declared. “You get stranger and stranger every day.”

“Thank you, Kell,” the young woman grinned at him. “Coming from you I consider that a compliment.”

Kell stood for a moment, blinked a few times, scratched the back of his head and said, “Huh?”

“Go on!” Renée and Betty both demanded.

And that’s how it came to pass that a few hours later Renée and Betty lay in Renée’s bed with their completely nude bodies completely intertwined with each other. Just before Renée dozed off into much needed rest, she whispered, “Betty, I’m still not giving you those pics.”

“Damn it Renée!” Betty cursed.

Renée laughed heartily, “Bwahaha!”

The End?